Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.